Nine months; two hundred and seventy days. Unexpectedly thrust on a journey into the unknown, James and Lily Potter are about to learn what to expect while they're expecting, and that only one thing is for certain: there is sure to be a bump along the way.

June Bernard's life currently contains copious amounts of: badly written romance novels, poorly worded love letters, ill-timed earthquakes, a troupe of hyperactive friends, psychotic rants, and a barely functioning sociopath named Albus Potter. Growing up never did have so many occupational hazards. Half parody, half travesty.

On a dangerous Auror mission Ron Weasley is believed to have perished in a house fire, leaving behind a pregnant and engaged Hermione Granger. Seven years later, Ron shows up on Hermione's doorstep, whole and living. What is a woman to think after setting in her mind for seven years that her soul mate is gone forever when they are now face to face.

James Potter and Amelie Harris had never had the most conventional of relationships. It may sound perfect - the best friends who finally discover they have feelings for each other - but there were plenty of obstacles along the way, including serial-divorcee mothers, jealous Quidditch players, a cat called Gwenog and a lot of rain.

The Situation? Life handed me a crapload of suck, and I responded by showing the maturity level of a three-year-old. You know, hours of endless sulking, mental brat-fests, that sort of thing. I didn’t realize until later that maybe, just maybe, life was trying to teach me a little something called love – and the way it happens in the most unexpected of ways, with the most unexpected of people. Like, possibly, my husband.
Go figure.

I’m Marygold Malfoy. My parents aren't too talented with names. Look at my brother’s name – Scorpius. So you can say I got the better end of the deal there – but not much elsewhere. That’s fair to say when I’ve fallen into a one-sided love, have a brother who’s as protective as a mother is of her newborn child and oh yes – about to impersonate the identity of a Slytherin.

I always knew Professor Calantha had it in for me. Sure, I might've been Head Girl, but I figured my caustic quips were bound to get on her nerves sooner or later. And Merlin, was I right. Somehow I've ended up tutoring James Bloody Potter (II), who actually has the nerve to presume that I need tutoring myself... at least when it comes to matters of the heart. Pretentious tosspot.

I’m dead. No, Harry is dead. Well, not now, but soon. I’m not going to kill him; I’m going to try to stop his murder “being the better person” and preventing myself from becoming a single mother. I just hope my brothers will respect that. Hypocrites. Honestly, we're engaged – have been for a while. Guess getting pregnant is one way to secure a wedding in the near future.

Sixth year is not at all going according to plan for Ron. Not only does he end up dating Lavender, he's being forced to take a potion that shows him what would happen if his deepest regret had gone his way. It's hard to dream about what life would be like if Ron had taken Hermione to the Yule Ball. But when Ron realizes that Hermione is dreaming the same dream, school becomes just a little more confusing, a little more exciting, and a little more romantic. COMPLETE!

I thought it was bad enough when I got partnered with James Sirius Potter in this dumb project – that is, until Minnie cheerfully handed me our baby. Throw in a house, my-very-muggle grandmother, my very-muggle-and-deranged cousin, and I’m officially screwed to hell and back.
Bloody brilliant.